Chapter one: 'The way I am'
"No, no, no, no and NO! I will not wear that!"
"Gabriella, would you please just wear this today? Look at it! Those cute jeans with butterflies on them would look adorable on you. And that shirt! Look at that shirt. It's cute and pink!" My mother, Isabella, exclaimed as she looked at the clothes set on my bed.
I looked at the pair of clothes spread out neatly on the bed. I couldn't argue with my mom. The clothes did look nice, but they weren't… how do I say it? They just weren't me, you know? I picked up the pink shirt. Gross! I cannot, repeat CANNOT wear this. It's so…so pink.
We go through this every single damn day this year. I wake up and just as I open my eyes, I see my mother trying to pick out clothes for me. Pu-lease! How old do I look like? 5?
I let out a big sigh and looked at my mother. "Mom I appreciate the fact that you care about how I dress, but I'm comfortable just wearing sweats and a t-shirt. Oh! Who could forget my black hat! My special hat! Really mom, I'm okay with wearing just that."
"That hat is on your head every day. Why can't your school forbid hats, huh? Jesus Gabby! I almost forget what color hair you have. Hun, you're a girl and girls wear girly things. Sure, it's okay to wear sweats here and there. But change your clothing a little!"
I look at my mother in disbelief. "I will not change who I am!"
Glancing at me with extensive eyes, my mom replied, "I'm not telling you to change who you are… I'm just telling you to change your clothes. That's it!"
"The way I wear my clothes defines me. I'm tomboy Montez! Did you forget? Mom, all my life I've worn this. Why is it that this year you're bugging me about it? I wear what I wear. I won't change, alright?"
My mother looked at me. I mean really looked at me. Her brown-chocolate eyes showed a sense of despondency. I couldn't look at them. I knew my mother wasn't happy with the person I have become. She's never told me this, but her eyes said it all.
"You weren't like this. Couple of years ago you actually acted and looked like a girl. Some day, I'll have my old Gabby back. Some day." With that, she was out the door, leaving me looking at the closed door.
'Some day, I'll have my old Gabby back. Some day.' That sentence did not leave my mind. Even though it wasn't meant to hurt me, for some odd reason, it did.
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A/N: It's short I know! But I want you guys to get a good look at how this story is starting. Updating should be soon. And no, I don't mean soon as in 304389482394 years soon. Like I did last time. ;)